The silver was distributed, the luggage was hoisted down, the omnibus was dismissed.

The courtyard resumed its former quiet; just the American gentleman, Gustavo and the parrot were left.
Then suddenly a frightful suspicion dawned upon Gustavo--it was more than a suspicion; it was an absolute certainty which in his excitement he had overlooked.

From where had the American gentleman dropped?
Not the sky, assuredly, and there was no place else possible, unless the door of the summer-house.

Yes, he had been in the summer-house, and not sleeping either.

An indefinable something about his manner informed Gustavo that he was privy to the entire conversation.